Welcome back to Monday my friends, lovers and foes. It’s a rotten one, I’ll tell you. Somehow sick again. Or at least, under the weather—that fucking flem sewer is back in the back of my throat. DAMN YOU COLD! GO THE FUCK AWAY! I’VE BEEN GOOD!

It’s time to sit down for a little collective bargaining session with viruses and the seasons to strike a new deal. No more colds will be tolerated after the clocks have been changed. Viruses are pretty much going to have to take one up the ass here, because they’re currently controlling way more than their share…

But dammit, the cold’s not going to stop me tonight. Let’s just hope inhaling eighteen packs of second hand smoke inside the Tube doesn’t make it too much worse. Regardless, the fact of the matter remains that I WILL be going to see Tokyo Sex Destruction—cold or no cold.

The band is from Spain, which I figure gives them a little pass on the stupid name. TSD sounds a lot like the MC5—heavy, soul punk—and that’s just awesome. In fact, it looks as if TSD is collaborating with MC5 bassist Michael Davis. He’s done some production work and even played on a track or two.

Strange of all the vintage bands and sounds that are so constantly being plagiarized (psychedelia anyone?) that the MC5 and bands of that ilk (like, more recently the Nation Of Ulysses) haven’t been aped. I wonder… God, stomping, cathartic political soul is AWESOME! It’s heady music with ENERGY! BALLS!

Listen up: Tokyo Sex Destruction’s “Break-Out Town”

See their Myspace for more, and might I recommend “Get On Your Knees”?

And if you’d like, bring me a bag of Riccola and I’ll buy you a Tecate.